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[apocalypsos]

Well, it's official. It's back to the old DHL station with me. So, come Monday, goodbye, Oh-Woe-Is-Me-Ooooo, and helloooooooo, Bossman and Lieutenant Asshat. :) You know, on one hand, I'll be away from all the junk food they sell in the mall, but on the other hand, I'll be back with Lieutenant Asshat and his five kajillion takeout menus. Oh, my poor waistline. *whimpers*

I was really ready to snap at Oh-Woe-Is-Me-Ooooo today. Everybody was talking about not eating takeout and I mentioned I needed to lay off the McDonald's for a little bit so I wouldn't have to go shopping for new clothes a size bigger I can't afford. And amazingly enough, the polite response is not to lean over giggling and poke me in the stomach like the Pillsbury Doughboy. Sheesh.

And speaking of clothes, I need to wash every piece of clothing I own tonight. Argh.

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That's imbecilic.

[arks.livejournal.com]

My rule about that tends to be whoever touches me surrenders any right they may have had to that finger.